Variations on the Grand National Championships

I can see you in my telescope
That punctures time like a needle through paper
You’re washing dishes during the civil war
As your husband’s stabbing your dad
They never met so it’s not even realized
How heavy truly the moment
And in the present in a shopping line
My sugar refuses to scan
Oh, the time has come
To crash right through the gates of ivory towers
We must find a way
To topple all the thrones
You were right this light it comes from the night
And takes the shame out of being so latent
Everything that’s been scheduled for you
You call random and sleep through your days
So you invest in every angle and hinge
Hoping there’s something to swing from or hide in
But now there’s nothing but a precipice
And an old song to sing through the night
Oh, the time has come
To crash right through the gates of ivory towers
We must find a way
To topple all the thrones
Oh the time has come!
Oh the time has come!
Can we quake these tectonic plates?
Can it shake the street that you live on?
Portraits tumble to the hardwood floor
Leaving dents and impressions of me
I fall asleep on an empty highway
As my truck crashes into the woodlands
My feet are caught but I reach the flare gun
Shoot it off but it’s the 4th of July